French Corner has a little satellite branch on the school’s ground floor. Two pertinent pieces of information to understand my frustration: they give a small student discount, and at any given time one of two ladies works the cash register, both of whom are friendly, smiling, saying, “Hi, how are you?” as if they recognize me. I know they see untold numbers of people during the day, but it’s not like I’m so inconspicuous. Ratty hair, braces, walking death – I’m kind of a sight. Plus, so far in 2010 I have been in there almost every single day, either for coffee or a breakfast taco or both. (Of late I am a very hungry girl, what with the workouts. That sounds facetious but seriously – Krystal and I have been running and/or lifting consistently for three weeks.) And since 2008 I have been in there at least weekly. And EVERY.SINGLE.DAY. I am asked, incredulously, if I’m a student. I show my badge. I give them a tip. Most days I have to ask for non-dairy creamer, and most days they’ll put out more.

But not today. No. Today they were 1. out of non-dairy creamer, and – what’s worse – 2. completely unapologetic about it. In addition, 3. their potato tacos, which most days are worthy of high praise, were not hot. And by hot I mean temperature, which is all the more important now that I’m more aware of what bugs may lurk in less-than-hot food. Thus they have been sacked. This was just the thing I needed to get myself out of bed earlier to make my own breakfast. Maybe now I’ll get to the bus on time.

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On 02.20.10 rachel wrote these pithy words:

apparently, i’ve done something to lose my discount in there. I never get asked or have it given to me, even when my badge is painfully obviously showing… Oh, and my coffee the other day, pretty sure it was 80% water/20% coffee = Nasty!